Sure, there are other bands who do other things brilliantly well, but when it comes to that sort of achingly, effortlessly amazing moment - when the light hits the glitter ball and the world comes crashing down - there’s no substitute.

That’s why their return from beyond the grave felt to have such high stakes. While those who cried they should have left it be were fundamentally wrong headed - if James Murphy wants to make LCD Soundsystem music, he knows better than anyone - it doesn’t mean there wasn’t anything left to lose. One of the few perfect bands, calling it a day after three albums preserved them in impeccable amber. Whatever they returned with had to be special.

Thankfully, that’s exactly what ‘Call The Police’ is. Backed with the differently supreme ‘American Dream’, it’s the sort of languid, world weary yet fully engaged gem that LCD do so well. Shooting through the stars but with its feet on the ground, its reference points are all too obvious and hit all too close to reality. Like ‘Losing My Edge’ more than a decade before, it’s a prism separating the strands of the modern condition, but this time it’s serious.

The sweeping vistas of American FM rock mix with Bowie-esque spacey overtones, creating something that’s both perfectly LCD Soundsystem yet individual enough to warrant that return. If, as Murphy suggests, this is their greatest moment, then the Lord will have blessed us. Like we said before - he knows better than anyone. Stephen Ackroyd